Letter from London
Report by Tim blanks
The first edition of London Collections: Men was
grounds for irrational exuberance. Jubilee! Olympics!
The world was mad for London love. And in the
midst of that fell our first full calendar of menswear
shows. Somewhere between the sexualised rigour of Richard Nicolls’ menswear debut and Meadham Kirchhoff’s trippy loucheness, a multi-faceted re-evaluation of men’s fashion clambered full-blown into the brilliant light of a brave new man’s world.
The rosy afterglow of that multiverse of visions has created a fierce momentum which carries us effortlessly into a new season so convincingly that starry new folk want to join the party. Hi Tom Ford, Hi Sarah Burton, come hither! And welcome, not just because you’re bringing your own passion, but also because you’re acknowledging that this is the city that honours the individual. And also, that this is the city that tracks its commitment to the sharp-dressed man back through centuries of societal ebb and flow.
At the best of times, style is a joy. When times
aren’t quite so sure, it’s a refuge. London has always
indulged and celebrated both impulses. We say
that with the barest minimum of banner-waving
jingoism, but it’s oh so hard not to cue another
attack of irrational exuberance. London Collections’ sophomore effort is looking quite the match of
Round One. Our cast of characters returns in full cry.
The schedule is as packed as before, with the tightly
woven web of shows, presentations and social events
giving the impression of a pleasing sense of urgency
which emphasises the optimistic energy that sets
London apart from the other fashion capitals. And if that urgency creates the impression that we’re making
up for lost time? Well, so what? You’re only young
once...or twice...or however many times you choose to
beat the clock.
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Artwork: Josh Geoghegan